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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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Beautiful Stranger

02: Need To Know

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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a/n: hello beautiful people! here we have another chapter of this two silly duo. And we have a Spotify playlist!!! If some of you think that I should add more sings please tell me

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"I had a little accident, Nora… it's okay" I sighed looking at how my foot was on a cushion on the coffee table. "I have to rest around three days and then I can go work"

"No, no, no! You won't come in a few weeks! You have a sprained ankle, you have to rest" she protested. "But how did it happen?"

"Well… I just fell and twisted it, easy" I shrugged my shoulders. "But I'm fine, really… don't worry!"

"Just rest, okay? I'll go there and help you with everything you need"

"It's not necessary, Nora. I can walk, you don't have to come"

When the day started I never imagined that something like this could happen: having a stranger in my house cooking my dinner for me because he crashed into me and now I can't move my foot.

On the way back to the apartment complex he was tense all the way, driving carefully and looking around, making sure he won't crash on someone again. We stopped on a pharmacy so I could buy my medicines and even crutches so I could move around without any help.

"Logan, really… it's not necessary" I sighed, looking at him moving around my kitchen after I finished the call with Nora.

"At least let me make your dinner" he said, looking back at me. "Then you won't see me again"

I frowned, raising an eyebrow and sighing. He was nervous, I can tell. It's like when someone wants to clean a crime scene. He wants to make me forgive him for crashing into me.

"You know that will be impossible, we are neighbors and this town is small" I sighed, crossing my arms in front of my chest and watching him move around.

He just remained silent, making my curiosity grow even more. He's British for sure, his accent is too obvious. I'm sure he has money, the perfume I smelt when I was behind him on the scooter seemed expensive. He wears a Lacoste shirt and Ray-Ban sunglasses.

"Why did you come to the town?" I asked him after some minutes of silence studying him.

"What are you talking about?" he frowned, turning around.

"It's obvious you have money, right?" I pointed. "Lacoste, and expensive perfume"

He looked at me and I saw his Adam apple move. Is he nervous?. He doesn't want anyone discovering him?

"What, are you a robber or something? From the mafia?" I laughed.

"W-what? What are you talking about?" he mumbled, making me frown and look at him.

"Why coming to Parga, and not going to… I don't know" I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "Mykonos or Santorini…"

"Why don't you mind your own business?" he interrupted me, pissed.

"Wow, relax" I laughed. "I'm just joking! Come on, I'm bored. I can't move and you are just making my dinner!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking back at the kitchen. He was making something that looked like a salad, with some lettuce, olives, feta cheese and tomato.

"I came here because I wanted to be on my own" he said.

"Oh, I see..." I nodded, understanding him. After all, that's part of the reason why I came and stayed here. "Then let me tell you that Parga is the perfect place"

He looked over his shoulder at me and I heard him sigh. There's something about him that intrigued me, something that makes me want to know about him.

"How is your hand?" he asked me, putting the salad he made in front of me.

"It's okay" I sighed, looking at the mix of vegetables he made. "Stings a lot, I want to scratch it…"

"You shouldn't" he frowned, grabbing a glass of water and putting the pills I have to take next to it. "And try to not move a lot, you heard what the doctor said. Not even going to the beach"

“But…” I protested, receiving a frown from him, making me groan. “Okay”

He looked at me and stood straight, crossing his arms in front of his chest and sighed. RIght now I feel like when my mother used to give me that cold look because I was doing something wrong, with that disappointed gaze.

“You can leave now” I sighed, grabbing the fork and eating the salad he made. “I can do things on my own. You better go careful after this, I wouldn’t like to crash into someone else if I were you”

He smiled weakly and nodded, grabbing his things and looking back at me before he walked out of the apartment, closing the front door behind him.

What way to finish the day, with a sprained ankle and a neighbor that made my dinner after only knowing his name.

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She has something that makes me want to know about her. Maybe it is the way she lives, her house doesn’t have many personal things, just the necessary.

But what makes me feel curious is the tons of books she owns about Greek mythology or about its history, all the shells she has on jars and the room that is dedicated to paint. She didn’t even cry when we had the crash, just argued with me immediately and tried to do everything by herself, not accepting my help.

After I made her dinner and left her there, I went to my rented apartment. How could she know I am rich only by looking at my shirt and smelling my perfume? She said she was joking, but the way she looked at me made me feel anxious.

She doesn’t know who I am, right? Then why does she look at me that way?

“God, I don’t think I’ll survive in this place” I sighed, my phone in my ear and Carlos at the other side of the line.

“Why? Do you miss me?” he smirked, laughing after that. “What’s wrong with that place?”

“No… the place is nice” I sighed, looking out through the window. “I just… God, I arrived today and I already nearly killed my neighbor”

“What?!” he laughed loud, making me frown and pull away the phone from my ear. “You muppet! No one can leave you alone!”

“Don’t laugh at me! That’s being mean!” I groaned. “I just… I had to lie about my own name because she acted weird, like if she knew who I am”

“So you gave her a fake name? God, can you be more stupid?” he sighed.

“But… What if she discovers who I am! What if she takes a picture of me and posts it on Instagram?” I frown. “People will know where I am and then they’ll come. I don’t want that, mate. I don't want to explain why I'm alone or why I don't have a girlfriend"

"I know, but…" he sighed. "Lying about your name? That's… that's too much, mate"

"Why? I mean, maybe I won't see her again" I sighed. "What's the matter with that?"

"Nothing" he sighed. "If you are okay with it, them it's fine"

I sigh and nod, ending the call and looking at the beach. Lily, my neighbor, wanted to go there and I ruined it. What a great way to start my vacation.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing I found, going to the couch and looking at the wall while eating it. I really want to finish this day and go to bed, forget about what happened and start again.

But then I heard a strong noise, and a groan. And it came from the other side of the wall.

"Lily?" I frown, talking loud. Maybe she could hear me.

I heard her curse and I just got up, walking out of the apartment and going to her door.

When I helped her get inside her apartment after coming from the pharmacy I saw that she always leaves her door unlocked. She might trust the people from here to leave the door like that.

"Lily?" I called her again, standing on the frame of the front door.

"Bathroom" I heard her mumble.

I sigh and walk towards the bathroom, searching for the door of it. And then I saw her on the floor, naked and wrapped in a towel.

"Oh, eh…" I gasp looking around, trying to not look at her body. "What happened?"

"I tried to take a bath but I just fell" she sighed, tightening the towel around her.

"Do you need help?" I sighed. I could feel how my cheeks were getting red.

"Logan…" she said, and then I heard her sigh defeated. "Please?"

"Okay… ehm…" I mumble looking at the ceiling. "You are naked under the towel, right?"

"Yeah" she sighed. "I mean, I have the bottom of the bikini. I fell trying to take it off…"

"Okay, good" I nodded, looking around and finding the top of the bikini. "Can you put it on so I can help you?"

I heard her groan a little and move, sitting on the floor. I reached the top, making sure I didn't look at her, and handed it to her, waiting until she told me she was ready.

"Alright" I nodded.

I looked at her, sitting on the floor. She had small tears in the corner of her eyes, some of them dry. I sighed and looked at the bath, it doesn't have water on it yet, so I opened the key and let the water run until it was warm, butting some shower gel to make sure it made bubbles.

"Did you hurt your hand with the fall?" I asked, kneeling in front of her. She nodded and I just sighed. "Let me see"

"It's okay, Logan… really" she sighed. "You can go back to your apartment"

"No" I frown. "Right now you need someone to help you, and I'm just a door away"

Why did I say that?

"Come on, I'm sure you were busy" she protested. "Really, I'm fine. I can get up and then get in the bathtub on my own"

"God, let me help you, Lily" I sighed, tired of how stubborn she's acting.

She sighed and groaned, giving up.

"Yeah, I hurt my hand" she mumbled, showing it to me. The bandage that was wrapped around her arm to protect the wound she made after falling to the road had a little blood on it. "I think I opened the wound after falling…"

"It's okay" I nodded. "You have a first aid kit here, right? While you are on the bath relaxing I can change the bandage"

"But you don't have to stay here while I take the bath!" she protested, but the moment I looked at her she sighed. "Okay…"

I sigh and stop the water of the bathtub and look at her, picking her up and placing her on it, making sure that the foot with the bandage was held up at the edge of the bathtub. At the start she protested when I held her, saying that she could stand for herself, but it was clearly a way of telling me to stop helping her.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, changing the bandage and putting the cream the pharmacist gave her.

"You are already doing it" she mumbled, groaning softly when I touched the wound.

"Hm, funny" I said sarcastically. "Anyway… why didn't you accept my help?"

She looked at me and sighed. I could feel her eyes scanning me, judging me. Maybe she knows that Logan is not my name. That I'm Lando Norris.

"I don't trust you" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "The only things I know about you is that you are my neighbor in this apartment complex, that you probably are British because of your accent, that your skills driving a scooter are horrendous and that you make good salads"

I looked at her and tried to not laugh. She might be the first person that thinks I cook well, or that at least I make something edible.

"I'm not that bad at driving a scooter" I said laughing softly after I finished wrapping the bandage on her hand. "I'm a good driver"

"A good driver? Let me doubt that" she laughed softly too.

I look at her and smile. Her laugh is cute, at least now the mood is not as tense as before.

I looked at her while she looked away. Her skin is tanned, the kind of tan you get after going all days to the beach. Before she fell to the floor she put her hair on a hair lip that had the shape of a white flower, and the baby hairs of her nape were too short to be with the rest of her hair so now those strands were wet and stuck to her skin. The bikini she's wearing is blue, a color that goes well with her skin and her blue eyes.

If someone told me she is a model I would have believed them.

"I'm from Bristol" I said, sitting on the floor, looking at her. "So yeah, I'm British. And I'm terrible at cooking"

"Makes sense" she nodded. "So you are terrible at driving a scooter and at cooking. What else?"

"I can't sing" I chuckle. "But I know how a DJ set up works"

"Interesting" she laughed. "So, what are you? Some kind of DJ that needs to be away and have a solo trip?"

Actually… it could work.

"Yeah, kinda" I chuckle nervously. "I'm new in that world and I want to discover my own style"

"Ah.. that's cool" she nodded, making me raise my eyebrow. "I'm serious! It's cool"

"Tell me about you, then" I said, nodding at her. "Where are you from? Because I can tell that you have a good English accent but you speak fluent Greek"

"I'm… British, too" she smiled weakly. "But I came here because I loved this country"

"I can tell, you have lots of books about Greece" I nodded, even more curious than before after I saw her weak smile.

"I studied ancient history and I always wanted to be here to live it in first person" she sighed, resting her head in the back of the bathtub.

"And then I thought that you were like some of those girls obsessed with that Mamma Mia movie" I chuckled, trying to ease the mood. "You gave me those Donna vibes when I saw you"

"Who knows? Maybe I'll turn into her in a few years" she laughed softly. "I came here searching for a dream and I'm already living it…"

"That's good" I nodded, curious.

She smiled weakly and sighed, relaxing. I should go back to my apartment, but there's something that makes me want to stay and help her. Maybe it's the fact that I feel guilty, that she's like this because of my fault, because I crashed into her and she got injured.

"Why do you leave the front door unlocked?" I asked her, curious.

"Why not? I trust the people" she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking at me. "I don't have anything to hide or anything they can take from me. People are kind and I'm kind with them. I trust them"

"What if someone comes in the middle of the night to hurt you?" I frown, kinda worried.

"Well… now I don't have to worry anymore, right?" she said with a soft smile on her lips. "I have a neighbor with good hearing sense that would come here to help"

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The moment I said that I felt immediately stupid. I saw how he looked at me, trying to not laugh. Laugh at me, because of how ridiculous I was.

"I didn't mean to say that" I excused myself quickly, blushing and looking away.

"It's okay" he laughed. "It makes sense, I surprised myself of how quickly I came to help you"

I look at him and blush, laughing to hide the embarrassment. He was putting everything back in the first kit aid, his fingers moving around the things to place them correctly.

His hands are nice, with long fingers and a big palm. There are some bracelets on his wrists, some of them were orange and the other other yellow.

"Eh… can you help me get out?" I asked, somehow shy.

I know that the moment I'll get out of the water, things will happen. Like the bikini top wet and stuck to my breasts, all my body wet and then getting his clothes wet. That's why I didn't want his help, because things would turn back uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah" he nodded, getting up.

Great, why are you so freaking kind?

I took a deep breath and looked at him standing on the side of the bathtub. He was looking at me, waiting for me to move, but when I stayed still, he frowned.

"Well? You don't want to get out?" he frowned, confused.

"It will be awkward" I sighed.

"It doesn't have to be" he said, and it just made me close my eyes, sighing heavier.

"Logan… my nipples are hard" I said, just to make him understand. "And my whole body is wet, if you help me get up I will make your clothes wet"

"O-oh…" he nodded, now understanding. "Okay… then I'll help you on another way"

I sighed, groaning. He really wants to help, no matter what? How can someone be so stubborn?

"Okay, try not to slip" he said.

I turned my head and saw him standing behind me, holding a towel with his hands. I sighed, really defeated, and rolly eyes.

"You win" I said. "Just… don't let me fall"

I heard him chuckle and then his hands were holding my arms, helping me get up without hurting me. He wrapped the towel around me and I just held it tighter once I was standing in the bathtub.

"Ready?" he asked, wrapping his arm on my back and getting ready to pick me up.

I nodded and then he picked me up, making me hold his shoulders and sigh. He sat me on the toilet and I just looked down, embarrassed.

"I promise this is the last time I take a bath with this thing on my foot" I groan.

"Just… don't hurt yourself again, Lily" he sighed. "You gave me a heart attack when I heard you fall"

I looked up at him and blushed. Okay, no, this can't be a crush. No, no. Get that idea out of your head, Lily.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you" I sighed. "It won't happen again"

"Don't worry" he chuckled. "Do you need help to go to bed?"

"I actually didn't want to go to bed" I said, holding the towel tighter and making sure it didn't fall. "But you can leave, really. I can do things on my own"

"You sure?" he frowned.

"Yeah, Logan. Don't worry" I said. "Good night"

He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

This day can't get worse. There's no way it can't get worse.

I sighed, taking off the bikini and putting on clean clothes to finally feel comfortable. The crutches are my big enemy, but if I want to move around I have to wear them, even if I hate it.

I walked, as best as I could, and went to my art room. I needed to do something to take all my emotions of the day out of my mind. I need to take my frustrations out and forget about everything that happened today.

"Well…" I sighed, grabbing my notebook and some pencils after sitting on the chair.

I let the pencil work alone, connected with my brain. I wasn't paying attention, but when I saw what I was drawing I just gasped.

"No way…" I mumble.

The eyes.

His eyes.

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chelseachilly · 10 months

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the easy silence that you make for me

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you’ve been struggling with anxiety due to stress at work recently, and you refuse to let ben see it until he flies you out to mykonos for the weekend and you can’t keep it in anymore (fluff + light angst) warnings: mentions of an anxiety attack word count: 5k

author’s note: thanks to the anon who requested this, it was nice to write something quick (which ended up being 5k lmao) before embarking on my next ben multi-chap! if anyone has any more concept/one-shot requests for ben in the meantime feel free to send them my way 🥰

After an exhausting season for Chelsea and a particularly difficult one for Ben with his second major injury in two years and missing the World Cup, you know badly he’s in need of a holiday.

When he tells you of his travel plans with the boys for the beginning of summer, a part of you feels relieved that he’s going to finally get the chance to unwind with his mates and leave the past year behind him.

Another part of you, though, is dreading him being away.

You haven’t wanted to bother Ben with it, as he’s had enough of his own stuff going on, but work has been kicking your arse lately. You got promoted recently and although it seemed great at first, it’s more responsibility than you anticipated and much more stress.

The only solace you’ve found during this time has been in Ben. Although you haven’t let him see how much you’re struggling, just his presence is incredibly comforting to you. To come home after a long, terrible day and find him standing in the kitchen making you dinner in his underwear, a bright smile on his face when he sees you, is all the remedy you need.

The moment he leaves for Spain, you feel your mental health start to decline. You know you can’t be with him all the time, and you’ve certainly dealt with separations before when he was away on international break, but this is by far the hardest one yet.

Ben texts you constantly throughout the trip, updating you on the fun he’s having with the boys at the F1 and telling you how much he wishes you were there with him. Obviously, you can’t take weeks off to follow him around Europe, as much as you wish you could.

You struggle more and more as the first two weeks of his time away comes to an end. The days are long, as you work yourself to the bone and come home completely exhausted, but the nights are even harder as you find it increasingly difficult to fall asleep without Ben next to you.

One night, when you know for a fact that Ben is chilling with the boys at the house they’ve rented in Mykonos as you’re tossing and turning in bed, you admit defeat and reach for your phone to text him. It’s a couple hours later there, but they’re probably still up.

You Hey, are you still awake? x

Ben ❤️ Yeah, what’s up baby? Everything ok?

You Just having trouble sleeping

Your phone starts ringing within seconds, and you accept Ben’s call right away.

“Hi,” you mumble quietly into the phone, sitting up a bit in bed.

“Are you alright, love?” Ben asks you, his voice full of concern.

“I’m fine,” you say quickly, snuggling into the pillow that still smells a bit like him. “I just miss you.”

It’s not the entire truth, but you know it’s all you can say to him without him booking a flight home to you this instant and abandoning his holiday, so you leave it at that.

“Oh, babe, I miss you too,” Ben sighs. “One more week, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree halfheartedly, though that feels like centuries right now.

“Are you really okay?” Ben asks worriedly. “Because I can come home-“

“No way, Ben,” you cut him off. “You’re not coming home early for me, I won’t allow it.”

“But-“

“I’m fine, I swear,” you lie. “I just needed to hear your voice for a bit.”

That part is true - Ben’s soft, soothing voice is like music to your ears, making you feel more relaxed already.

There are muffled voices on the other end for a moment, and then Ben speaks again.

“Why don’t you fly out after work tomorrow and spend the weekend here?”

Although the thought of being in Ben’s arms less than 24 hours from now is incredibly appealing, you can’t help but feel hesitant.

For one thing, you don’t want to spend the money on a last-minute flight, and though you know Ben will offer to pay for it, you don’t like how much money he spends on you as it is.

You also feel a bit weird crashing his boys trip, knowing that none of the other guys’ girlfriends are there at the moment and you would be the only one.

When you voice these concerns to Ben, however, he won’t hear it.

“Babe, don’t be silly, we’d love to have you. I just asked the boys and they all agreed,” he insists. “And I’m getting you a flight right now-“

“Ben, I-“

“Look, I miss you like crazy too, so it’s more of a gift for me than anything else,” he tells you. “We’ll just have a nice relaxing weekend and you’ll be back at work for Monday. Please, Y/N?”

You pause for a moment, but you know you’re incapable of saying no to him, especially when you miss him this badly and are struggling so much.

“Alright, I’ll come,” you say with a small smile.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see you,” Ben responds, and you can hear his grin through the phone. “I’ll send you the flight details and pick you up at the airport when you get here. Just try to get some sleep now, okay?”

The thought of being able to fall asleep in his arms tomorrow is just enough to be able to lull you to rest tonight, so after exchanging “I love you”s you bid him goodnight and close your eyes.

The next day, your anxiety persists as you hurry to finish up your work responsibilities so that you can make your flight on time.

Unfortunately, a last-minute emergency (which there seem to be a lot of these days) at the office means that you have to scramble to get out of there on time to get home, pack, and make your way to the airport.

Your stress dissipates a bit as you settle in for the flight, enjoying the comfy first class seat Ben got you and a couple glasses of champagne. Most importantly, you remind yourself that you’ll soon be by Ben’s side and everything will be right in your world again.

By the time you land on Mykonos, you’re already feeling a bit better, but it’s nothing compared to when you see your boyfriend for the first time in two weeks.

He’s standing in the arrivals area, wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts with his blue Nikes. He’s slightly tan, his hair is a bit tousled, and he looks more relaxed than you’ve seen him all year. He also looks incredibly attractive to you right now (even more so than usual) which could be his whole holiday vibe or the fact that you haven’t seen him in weeks - or both.

The moment he sees you, his bright blue-green eyes that rival the colour of the sea you just flew over light up and his face stretches into a smile.

He jogs over to you with open arms and you meet him halfway, dropping your bag to throw your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Ben mumbles into your hair as he hugs you just as close, briefly lifting your feet off the ground. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you sigh into his neck, pressing a few quick kisses there. “So much, Ben.”

You could almost cry from the relief of being held by him, his hand rubbing circles on your lower back and the scent of his aftershave as you breathe him in making your worries melt away.

When Ben tries to pull back a bit and you reflexively cling to him tighter, not ready to let him go, he just tightens his grip on you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Is everything okay, love?” he whispers near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Of course, after a couple of years together, Ben is able to read you pretty easily. Between your phone call last night and the way you’re clinging to him like a lifeline right now, it’s fairly obvious that something is up with you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say to him, grateful your face is still buried in his neck so he can’t tell you’re lying.

You aren’t all good, but you are better than you’ve been since he left, and you aren’t going to waste your weekend together before another week and a half apart. There’s still a pit of anxiety in your stomach, but you’re determined to not let that ruin your time with him or his holiday.

To prove your point, you pull back from him and take his face in your hands, admiring him for a moment before pulling him in for a long kiss.

He sighs into your mouth and grips your waist tighter as you kiss him, both of you wanting it to escalate more than you reasonably can in the middle of an airport.

When you pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment, you think the kiss may have erased Ben’s previous concern from his mind, but no such luck.

“You promise you’re alright?” Ben murmurs, cupping your face and brushing your cheek with his thumb. “I was worried about you last night.”

Your heart swells with affection for a moment at his gentle concern, but then you remember this is the last thing you want - Ben should be relaxing, not worrying about you.

“I promise, babe,” you say with another gentle peck to his lips. “I was just missing you, but I’m good now. Perfect, actually.”

Ben nods, though he still looks slightly unconvinced. He does drop the subject though, at least for now.

Grabbing your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, Ben leads you out of the airport to the car that’s waiting to take you back to the house.

You can tell how much lighter he seems than the last time you saw him, telling you excitedly about everything he and the boys have been getting up to and how nice it’s been.

When you arrive at the beautiful house with an infinity pool overlooking the sea, you’re greeted with enthusiasm by all of Ben’s mates. They’re always nice to you, and have been since you first met them at the beginning of the relationship, but you wonder if Ben told them to be extra nice or something - Harvey has you in a tight hug and Anish is offering you a cocktail before you’re even through the door.

You all settle into the patio furniture out back with some drinks and dinner that the guys made, enjoying some music and the gorgeous sunset over the water. It takes you a bit of time to ease into the relaxation after being so tense for weeks, but it’s hard not to feel at total peace when you’re in such a beautiful place surrounded by people you love.

You’re curled up on the sofa with Ben, your legs draped over his lap and your hands intertwined, when the idea of going to a club is suggested.

While all the others are in agreement, Ben turns to you and murmurs quietly in your ear.

“Totally up to you, babe,” he says. “I’d be just as happy to stay here with you and watch a film or something.”

As appealing as it sounds to stay in alone with Ben, all the boys seem to be buzzing to go out and you don’t want to put a damper on things by insisting he stay here with you.

“No, let’s go,” you say with a small smile, trying to encourage yourself as well. “It’ll be fun, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ben grins, leaning in to kiss you.

You quickly get ready while Ben takes a quick shower, grateful that you remembered to bring one outfit suitable for going out, a simple light blue dress with matching heels.

You’re just doing up the straps on your shoes, sitting on the bed, when Ben walks out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You take a moment to admire your boyfriend, your eyes raking over his defined muscles.

“You look incredible,” Ben says, walking in your direction with a smile on his face.

“You look pretty good right now, too,” you tease, very obviously checking him out.

“Oh yeah?” Ben smirks, coming closer and bending down to kiss you.

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips, hands resting on his bare shoulders as you anchor yourself to him, pulling him in for another deep kiss.

You’re interrupted by the sound of someone knocking, immediately followed by Tom’s voice on the other side of the door.

“I’ve ordered the Uber, hurry up you two!”

Ben groans and reluctantly pulls away from you with one more quick kiss.

“To be continued,” he says emphatically as he goes to get dressed.

“Definitely,” you chuckle, already looking forward to getting lost in him the moment you get back tonight.

Within ten minutes, you’re all out the door and on the way to the club. It’s a big, glamorous beachfront club that’s already packed with hundreds of people by the time you arrive. Clubbing was never really your thing, but you’ve found that the ones Ben and his friends go to - on the higher end, with decent music and comfy booths - are generally pretty fun.

Harvey gives your names at the door and soon you’re immersed in the party, Ben’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist as you navigate the room to get to the VIP section.

The first hour or so you’re there is mostly nice, enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against Ben’s side as you sip on overpriced champagne and enjoy the music. You have fun chatting and catching up with all the boys about their various work endeavours and the girls they’re seeing.

You try to suppress thoughts of work and all the stress that is waiting for you when you return to reality on Monday, and you’re mostly successful.

Until you make the mistake of checking your phone in the bathroom and see a million work-related emails that have piled up since you last looked.

You know everything can wait til after your little weekend getaway is over, but the thought of facing another week of hell without Ben home to calm your nerves is enough to make you begin to spiral. You’re already at your stress limit, and you’re not sure how much more you can take before you hit your breaking point.

Suddenly feeling a need to get back to your group - specifically to Ben - you rush out of the washroom.

The bright strobe lights and the loud music, compounded with the way your mind is already racing makes it hard to breathe. You’re completely disoriented as you look around the room, trying to remember where you’re going as you navigate the sea of people.

All the negative thoughts swimming around in your brain and the stress are heightening your senses, and you nearly lose your footing, having to grab onto a railing for stability.

“Y/N? What are you - are you alright?”

You’re calmed slightly by the familiar voice, managing to look up and meet eyes with Tom in the midst of your impending panic attack. He looks confused and a bit worried, obviously not understanding what’s wrong with you. You don’t really know what’s wrong with you in the moment either, just that you can’t breathe properly and you need Ben.

“Did something happen?” Tom asks again, still frantic.

“I-I can’t-“ you try to say, grabbing Tom’s arm for stability as you once again begin to falter. “Can you-I need-“

Tom says something quickly to Harvey, who you hadn’t even realized was there until just now. A moment later, Harvey is gone, and Tom is gently grabbing your shoulders and leading you away from the music and the crowd.

You don’t notice that he’s taking you outside until you feel the slightly cool air hit you, providing you with some relief and making it somewhat easier to breathe.

Tom leads you to a nearby bench and helps you sit down, and though he’s rubbing your back and trying to talk to you comfortingly, you don’t really register it.

“I need-can you get Ben?” you ask him once you’re able to get a few more words out, and Tom nods immediately.

“He’s coming, don’t worry,” he assures you. “Just try to breathe, he’ll be right here.”

You nod, shutting your eyes tightly to fight back the tears and trying to breathe as well as you can.

As promised, within a few moments you feel a pair of warm hands on yours and you open your eyes to see Ben kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with wide and terrified eyes.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks you, looking from you to Tom, who is able to offer no explanation. “Are you hurt? Did someone-“

“No, no,” you manage to choke out, wanting to quell his fears before his mind can run too far. “I just-I was trying to find you and I couldn’t-there were so many people and I just-“

You know he still doesn’t fully understand what’s wrong, as you’ve never struggled much with crowds of people before. You’ve been to loads of parties and events together, you’ve supported him in stadiums of thousands of people, and it’s never been an issue. Nevertheless, when you begin to cry more freely, your body continuing to tremble, he quickly moves into the spot Tom has vacated for him and pulls you into his arms.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright,” he murmurs into your hair as he holds you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re basically in his lap. “You found me, I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

You bury your face in his chest, your tears staining his white t-shirt as you cry. Although you can feel the panic in your chest lessening with every second in Ben’s presence, the full weight of all the stress and emotions of the last few months hits you like a freight train.

Ben continues to murmur soothing words to you, stroking your hair with one hand and rubbing your back with the other as your sobs gradually wane.

You manage to get your breathing under control, soaking up the comfort of his touch and the gentle words he’s whispering in your ear.

Eventually, you pull back from him, wiping your mascara-streaked cheeks. Ben is still looking at you with immense concern, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

You nod your head, grabbing his other hand and squeezing it tightly. You know you need to open up to him. This breakdown is proof that you can’t keep holding it in anymore.

“Okay, I’ll call an Uber,” he says with a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Actually, can we wait a few minutes? Maybe take a walk?” you ask. “I think I just need a bit more fresh air before getting in the car.”

“Of course, babe, let me just tell the boys-“

Before Ben can finish the thought, your friends reappear, having given you some privacy so Ben could comfort you. With a gentle smile, Harvey passes you a glass of water, which you gratefully take.

“You feeling better, Y/N?” Anish asks.

“Yeah, thanks, just got a bit overwhelmed in there,” you say, sipping the cold water. “Sorry, guys, didn’t mean to ruin the night like this.”

“Don’t be silly, you haven’t,” Tom insists. “We were just worried about you.”

You nod appreciatively, laying your head on Ben’s shoulder for a moment as you continue to come down from the panic attack, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your bare knee.

“You want me to call a car, Chilly?”

“Nah, thanks, mate,” Ben says. “We’re just gonna go for a walk and cool down a bit, you guys go on inside and we’ll see you back at the house.”

“Alright,” Harvey smiles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Glad you’re okay. See you later.”

The boys all bid you goodbye and go back into the club, leaving you and Ben alone once more. He carefully helps you to your feet, and you lean on him even though you’re much steadier than you were before.

“Wanna go down to the beach?” Ben asks, gesturing toward a path that leads to the shimmering blue water.

You nod, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers as he leads you down the path.

The beach is totally quiet at this time of night, a stark contrast from the loud and bustling club you just left, and you hold Ben’s arm for stability as you take off your heels to carry them. The feeling of the sand beneath your feet and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore helps to calm your senses.

You find a nice, secluded spot to sit and look out at the ocean. Before you can even complain of the slight chill, Ben removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you whisper, reaching out to grab his hand again, needing to maintain physical contact with him.

“Of course,” Ben says, squeezing your hand. “Will you please tell me what’s going on now, babe? You’ve seemed a bit off since you got here, and last night on the phone. I’m worried about you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t want to ruin your holiday with all this, I’ve just been struggling a bit lately. Work has gotten crazy stressful and so much stuff is piling up on me, it’s been making my anxiety a lot worse than it usually is. Tonight I just happened to check my work email in the toilets and I guess it triggered me, then the noise and the lights and everything were really overwhelming and I could tell I was about to have a panic attack. Luckily, Tom found me before it got too bad.”

Ben, who knows you’ve dealt with anxiety in the past and particularly in uni, just nods in understanding.

“You’ve been struggling these whole two weeks I’ve been gone?” he asks, visibly upset that you’re just telling him now.

It makes it even harder to tell him the full truth, but you know the point of this conversation is to be truly honest with him, even if it’s difficult.

“A few months, actually,” you confess. You see how his face falls completely, and you immediately elaborate. “I know I should’ve told you, but you’ve had such a tough year with the club and the World Cup and everything, I couldn’t bring myself to burden you with anything else.”

His eyes flash with a million different emotions, and for a moment you think he’s going to be mad at you, but he ends up just letting out a defeated sigh.

“You could never be a burden to me, Y/N,” Ben says firmly. “You’re everything to me. It doesn’t matter what I have going on, I need you to tell me if you’re going through something like this. Always.”

“I know, I will,” you reply, squeezing his hand again.

He takes your joined hands and brings them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles.

“I am so sorry I didn’t realize there was something going on earlier,” Ben says after a moment, shaking his head. “I feel like the world’s shittiest boyfriend.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’ve been going through a lot yourself,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but you’ve been there for me through all of it. Helping me when I was injured and talking me through every loss, week after week,” Ben sighs, the memories of the past season still fresh. “And I didn’t even know you were dealing with your own problems.”

“It’s alright, Ben, I promise,” you say with a small smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’ve been managing okay, just being with you helps a lot. It’s been hardest these couple weeks you’ve been away.”

“I’m so sorry, if I had known I would have-“

“I know, that’s why I didn’t say anything,” you tell him, your thumb stroking his sweet, concerned features. “You needed this holiday. I didn’t want you to be worrying about me.”

Ben wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple and lingering there.

“Baby,” he murmurs so softly that your heart melts. “I love you, but I need you to be honest with me from now on. It breaks my heart that you were going through this alone.”

You nod, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “I know.”

“And as for the holiday, I think you’re in need of one, too,” he continues, rubbing your back. “You should tell your boss you’re taking the next week off and come to Italy with me. We’ve got the yacht all week.”

There’s nothing that sounds as appealing to you right now as spending a week in paradise, soaking up the sun and enjoying uninterrupted time with Ben, but you don’t know how well it will go over if you tell your boss you’re taking a week off with almost zero notice.

“Ben, you know I want to, but-“

“Babe, you’ve been working yourself like crazy since you started there. You’re one of their best employees and they would be lost without you,” Ben reminds you. “Tell them you need a break. I’m sure your boss will understand, and if she doesn’t, then maybe you should tell them you’ll reevaluate whether you have a future there.”

You know he’s right, but you’re still nervous to give that ultimatum. You’ve hardly taken any vacation in the past year and you’re certainly overdue for it, but it doesn’t come naturally to you to make demands - even when it’s necessary.

“What if they let me go?”

“Then they would be bloody idiots,” Ben scoffs. “You deserve to work somewhere that lets you prioritize your mental health, love. And if that’s not this job, then quit and we’ll find you something else.”

“I can’t just quit my job, Ben,” you chuckle, fiddling with the too-long sleeves of his jacket you’re wearing.

“You can if it doesn’t make you happy,” he replies without a beat. “And please don’t say need a steady income, because you know I don’t give a shit if you ever work another day in your life.”

While you’re aware that most of Ben’s mates - at least the ones in football - don’t have girlfriends with traditional jobs such as yourself, you’ve always liked making your own money. It’s not that you harbour any judgement for those who don’t, but you think you would go stir-crazy if you spent all your time waiting at home for Ben.

“I appreciate the offer, babe, but I think I just need to find a better work-life balance,” you admit. “Maybe a week off isn’t such a bad idea. I can talk to my boss in the morning.”

Ben’s face lights up and he begins to press little kisses all over your face, making your heart soar.

“Perfect, I was dreading saying goodbye to you again,” he confesses. “I hate sleeping without you.”

“So do I,” you murmur, pressing your lips against his briefly, pulling apart when a thought occurs to you. “I don’t have enough clothes for a week.”

“You won’t need them,” Ben replies without missing a beat, making you laugh and shove his chest playfully. “Or we can go shopping. Whatever you want, love.”

You smile into Ben’s kiss and he deepens it quickly, his arm wrapping around you to tug you impossibly closer. You sigh happily, enjoying the serenity and intimacy of this moment.

When you pull back again, he gently cups your cheek and you lean into his warm palm, pressing a quick kiss there.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asks softly. “Do you want to go back to the house?”

“I am feeling better, but I just want to stay here a little longer if that’s alright.”

“Of course, baby,” Ben smiles, shifting slightly and opening his arms wide so you can lean back against him.

He positions you so you’re inbetween his legs, leaning against his chest, with his arms tightly wrapped around you and your hands clutching his.

You’re both silent for a whole, listening to the sound of the sea and enjoying each other’s touch after a long two weeks without it.

“Promise me one more time that you’ll tell me if you’re ever feeling this way again,” Ben murmurs into your hair after a few minutes. “Because seeing you like that is one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. I was so worried.”

Your heart aches a bit as you realize what a sight you must’ve been for your poor worried boyfriend, sobbing incoherently outside the club.

“I promise, Ben,” you say with a squeeze of his hand. “I won’t keep anything from you again.”

“Okay,” he breathes, lips pressed to your head. “I love you so much. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself, but I’m really glad you’re here with me now.”

“I love you too,” you say, snuggling deeper into his arms. “And I’m also really glad I’m here.”

Ben continues to press kisses to your head as you stare out at the sea, the comfort of his touch washing over you like the waves lapping against the shore.

Although there will be more hurdles for both of you to face as you continue your respective careers, you know that as long as you have Ben and ensure that you communicate your feelings, everything will be fine.

And in the meantime, you get to spend a week on a yacht with your hot boyfriend. Life could be a lot worse.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell x y/n #chelsea fc imagine #my fics

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chaneajoyyy · 11 months

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judeswhore · 11 months

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imagine seeing ex!jude while you’re away with your friends in mykonos and you end up sleeping together but there being a big misunderstanding where he thinks it’s just a one night stand but wants more and so do you but neither of you know how to convey these feelings. I love angst 🤭🤍

omg this wld make a hot fic🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️the two of u didn’t break up on bad terms like distance and stuff just become too much so the breakup was amicable. so when u see each other on holiday for the first time in like over a year all those feelings start coming back and it somehow leads to sex and it just sort of solidifies that u want each other back. you’ve both grown in the past year and matured and u could 100% handle the distance now. but maybe u have somewhere to be on the morning so u have to leave early and u leave a note for jude on the cabinet bc u don’t wna wake him but it gets knocked under his bed or something so he doesn’t see it :(( poor boy thinks you’ve jumped and dumped him and he’s mad and humiliated bc u had such a deep conversation the night before abt wanting to be back together and now this??? you’d have made plans to have lunch together and he wldnt turn up so ur there thinking he stood u up and now ur the one that’s hurt and embarrassed and ur thinking maybe he hasn’t matured at all. ur both too stubborn to just message the other and see what’s going on so u don’t see each other till later that night at the club. ur dancing w some boy and he’s sitting w some girl and he just has had enough so he comes up to u and he’s all “seriously wtf is this? i was inside u not even 24 hours ago and now ur hooking up w some randomer? after everything u said last night?” and ur just glaring at him and tell him “u literally stood me up i’m not gna embarrass myself again” and then he’s abt to burst when he’s like “i didn’t stand u up i just didn’t think dinner was still on. u snuck out on me like i was a dirty one night stand!” and u are dumbfounded bc what is he even talking abt so ur shoving him into a secluded area bc u don’t want everyone hearing u fight and ur all “i didn’t sneak out on u, i was meeting the girls i left u a note” and he just reals back like you’ve slapped him and just watches u open mouthed as it starts to sink in that the whole situation has kinda been misunderstood and spiralled out of control. he’d feel like an idiot and he’d be sheepishly apologising and you’d spend the rest of the night making it up to each other and u wld definitely end up back in his room. and when ur there u find the note under his bed and it’s the cutest little message and you’d left a little lipstick kiss on it for him and he’d feel even worse abt leaving u stranded for dinner :(( he’d make it up to u in kisses and orgasms tho :))) but then he’d definitely keep the note and it wld be tucked away in a little photo album he has of the two of u years down the line

#hey jude :)#jude bellingham

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overleftdown · 3 months

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angsty farleigh start blurb

hello hi fanfiction! mostly character study with a lot of sad hehehah. what else would one expect from me!

There are things that Farliegh took for granted. 3 months after leaving Saltburn, he realizes that money isn't really one of them.

Instead, he finds himself folded over a mug of lukewarm coffee at 2am, staring down a collection of postcards mounted on the far wall of his local diner. He had just finished working a double, unwilling to decline an offer that would bump both his pay and reputation. Farleigh has 8 hours until his next shift. He's staring at a postcard from Greece, a name hastily penned onto the front; the edges are worn, and the corners bent. He's wondering what's written on the side pressed to the yellowing popcorn walls. Almost absentmindedly, he lifts the rim of his mug to his lips and thinks, I wish I told them how much I wanted to see Mykonos. The coffee is bitter.

It becomes a constant, after that. Walking through the American snack isle and passing his favorite cereal brand, thinking I wish I had told them how good Reece's Puffs were. Catching the eye of a boy around his age with a piercing through his left nostril, thinking I wish I told Felix to get that one. Going, alone, to a movie theater and thinking I wish I told Venetia that I loved Rocky Horror Picture Show. On and on it went.

I wish I told them I saw the Grand Canyon, and that it was so gorgeous I lost my breath. I wish I told them that I always preferred white wine over red. I wish I told them that my silk bedding was so my hair wouldn't dry out, tangle, or tear. I wish I told them about the friendship bracelets I once made for us; that I kept all three in a box under my bed. I wish I told them I was scared of being insignificant. I wish I told them that I missed my mom and dad, that I'm farther from myself every day, that I might hate myself despite my arrogance.

Farleigh has spent his life hiding. There were dinner party invites that didn't extend to his father, yet somehow included him. Farleigh remembers sitting secluded, for once wishing he kept his hair short. Older women who wanted so badly to be young, gravitating towards him with greetings like "You're Frederica's son! I always wondered what you'd look like. I never expected a handsome young man like yourself." And the men; rough yet unworn hands that sometimes gripped the nape of his neck. "You're unique, Farleigh. It's hard to find someone who looks quite like you. You're maturing quickly." On and on it went. Despite the itching, Farleigh never cut his hair short. The Cattons would ask him why he insisted on such messiness, contrary his otherwise sharp fashion. Silk pillowcases. Five shampoo bottles, an array of hair creams--all kept out of eyesight. Better to let them believe his hair was a casual affair, and intentionally so.

The cocaine had been the least of his hidings (and look where that landed him). People are always sequestering the sunburnt, raw-rubbed, defective pieces of themselves. The things they so desperately clung to, bad habits like a bright red blemish on a ledger, or a lifeline. The first time Farleigh saw the inside of a teacher's lounge had been 30 minutes past the final bell, with a head of tangled hair that he had styled perfectly just 7 hours ago. He remembers accepting the offered cup of tea and thinking Felix won't notice I'm gone. He had told Felix what he did that evening, anyways. This, Farleigh had never thought to hide. Better not to. Better to tell Felix, who was so prone to flippancy, that he would do anything for a good grade.

"What, you're that shit at school, mate? Jesus. You better not tell anyone; you'd get ousted in days." Felix had said, a painful looking blush to his face. They had only been 16, after all. "I mean, seriously! I never took you for a pillock." At that, Farleigh had raised his eyebrows skeptically. There are some things that were abundantly clear. Uncle James had insisted that Farleigh required a higher education than whatever American dumpster he would be learning his times tables in, and the rest of the Cattons had quickly glued themselves to the idea. They liked to think that they were saving him from stupidity.

In the end, it had been Felix who told someone Farleigh's secret. Namely, his new friend that had been sitting in Farleigh's seat for the last 2 weeks. After countless meetings and scoldings, and significant attempts to publicly humiliate him, Farleigh was sent back to Saltburn before his transfer. When Elspeth and James asked, frantically, what Farleigh had been thinking, he had told them that he needed a better grade. They'd just have to try harder to save him. In truth, there were some things that never really went away, like a teachers lounge and a fresh cup of tea. Something secret, something just for him.

The things that Farleigh insisted on hiding were good things, already half-stained by the bad. A family photo album inside of a shoebox inside of a pillowcase inside of a duffel bag under his bed, next to the ornate little chest where he obviously kept his drugs. Photo strips, polaroids from New York City, his mom's peach scented powder blush, his dad's discarded tie clip. If you keep what really matters just far enough to the side of what people consider a secret, they'll never look any harder. Farleigh has always believed that your worst mistakes only marginally define your humanity. Really, it's what someone loves, isn't it? It's who they would change for. It's who they would make bracelets for.

Back to the diner, back to the present, back to a time and place where nobody really cared to distinguish a secret from a statement. Back to the postcard from Greece that Farleigh wants to rip off the wall, just to read what is obscured. Saltburn was so large of a life that it was impossibly surreal, too many millions of dollars past tangibility. Whatever was written on that postcard was touchable. A small piece of an even smaller existence. Farleigh was terrified of what it meant to be alive. To stash pieces of himself in dark places like stowaways on the Titanic. To carry what was left after the rest capsized.

I wish I'd given them those bracelets. I made them so they'd think of me, even when I wasn't there.

#farleigh start #character study #saltburn #op is losing it #farleigh omonomnomnomnom

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kingofthering · 1 year

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Fabio Quartararo - B3tter podcast

Fabio did a podcast with some of his friends. Seemed like it was filmed the first week of March. I took a couple of notes that you'll find below.

He was in Mykonos on the 14th of July (2022) when he was named “Chevalier de la Légion d’Honneur” (an honorific title that’s given to people in France), he says that it was an additional reason to party.

He explains that he speaks so well Spanish because he lived in Spain when he was young and he’s been living in Andorra for over 5 years.

His parents sacrificed a lot between his 8 and 13 years old (because they didn’t necessarily have a lot of money) and after that, a year of competition cost about 150 000 euros but he was lucky to have a team supporting him (without this support, he would have had to stay home).

His dad put him on a bike when he was 3 and Fabio already knew he wanted to be a MotoGP rider. When he was 6-7, he already had the dream of being a World Champion.

When he was 8 years old, his dad bought him a replica helmet from a Mundial rider and the helmet had a devil drawn on it. Fabio explains that all the kids were calling him “El Diablo, El Diablo” and it stayed. He says that he likes the fact that it can have different meanings. El Diablo is especially when he’s on his bike (when he puts on his helmet). Outside of it, he’s more of an angel (“mas o menos”).

Before every race but especially the ones outside of Europe, he eats a B3tter cereal bar (it’s the brand of his friends who he’s doing the podcast with) (favorite flavor : peanuts).

When asked what he thinks about when he’s on the starting grid, he says “Nothing but winning”. Obviously, you get nervous when you’re winning a championship but it’s a good experience. He says, with a laugh, “you think even less” when you’re in the straight at 350 kph.

Having a good lead in the front of the race is the easiest way to make a mistake because your mind can start thinking about stupid shit (“what I’m going to do after the race, where are we going to eat, what are we going to drink, etc”). The most random thought he had was “what am I going to have for dinner tonight” in the middle of the first race he won in Moto2 (he doesn’t remember what he had for dinner that night but he remembers what he had to drink and has photos from the hungover the next day).

Fabio says that after he won the Championship, there were about 10 days between the two remaining races, and he must have partied 8-9 of those days. They celebrated a lot.

“You don’t think you’re a World Champion, you think about all the bad things that have happened before.”

His mother can’t watch the races, she goes for walk and sometimes checks the live rankings. His father has to be alone and walks a lot around the room. His brother watches with friends, tense too.

(after winning) : “I cried, I don’t know, a liter of tears.”

He spends as much time with his family as he can. When he was 14 and living without them (in Spain) at first he thought it was cool but then he realized it wasn’t that easy.

Every time he makes a big purchase, he talks about it with his family (mother, father, brother).

When asked about how the press was talking about him when he was struggling in Moto2/Moto3 : “It’s not that they were talking badly about me but I was 15 and they were comparing me to the 2 legends of this sport, Rossi and Marquez. It was motivation but also a lot of pressure.”

When people were saying that he didn’t deserve to be in MotoGP and that he was taking the sport of another rider, it wasn’t easy. He explains that if 999 people say something nice and one person says something bad, the bad one will stick. He explains that with time, he learned how to put critics aside. He says the critics did make him stronger in the end (and that people critic really easily).

At the beginning of 2022, if he’d been told that he would finish in the top 3 of the Championship, he wouldn’t have believed it with the trouble they were having with the bike.

He says the bike from the last 3 years was almost identical but the one of 2023 is very different.

When asked if he believed he was the best, he said: “I don’t want to be arrogant but you have to believe in yourself and dream, dreaming is free. He considers himself one of the best but it necessitates a lot of work.” When he won the championship, he kept wondering if he was training enough.

One of the hosts says “when I don’t see a story of Fabio sweating on the treadmill, I worry” and he was joking but you know, valid.

How does he train when they can’t be on the bike? Physical training, motocross/dirt bike (during the winter).

Fabio explains that he’s worked with several nutritionists but it costs him a little mentally. He eats correctly and healthily but he knows it’s important to have a good balance (and for example, he’ll have a pizza if he wants one).

He says that over the last years, the motos have changed a lot and they’re becoming more and more important (compared to the driver). He prefers how it was before.

What’s the motivation after having won the Championship? Win it again. As many times as possible. The feeling is so good when you celebrate (the week post-win is the best week of his life) that you want to experience it again.

He’s currently building a house and he already has room in mind for his 2021 bike.

He still feels happy about winning in 2021. Of course, he was angry when he didn’t win in 2022 but he still remembers that he has that one title already.

Fabio lost his voice for two weeks after the celebrations of his title. They talk about it a lot but he really had a good time back then.

He says he deals with fame alright on his own but it’s harder when he’s with his family and he would just like to have a quiet time with them, especially when he's alone with his niece and his nephew.

When he was a kid, he waited hours in front of Valentino’s hospitality to catch a photo with him.

The advantages of fame? Having the chance of meeting so many people that he couldn’t have met otherwise (football players, singers), getting messages when he won from people that he admired as a kid (MBappé, Neymar).

He’s investing his money in a lot of stuff but he’s also enjoying it a lot and he doesn’t want to be someone that doesn’t spend any money (he quotes the french saying that goes “no one wants to die the richest man”). He’s just not spending more than he can afford.

He offered his dad an M3 car that he won thanks to (one of) his poles. He wants to make his mother cry (with happiness) for all of her birthdays. And it brings tears to his eyes to be able to make his mother happy like that.

They did a round of spicy questions when it was either answering or taking a shot of spicy sauce.

“How many cars do you have and you have to name them all” : took the shot.

Driver on the grid that he gets along with the least? Maverick.

He’s never been partying the day before a race but he went out until 6am after winning Barcelona, he slept for two hours and then did testing.

“Before doing a big effort like a MotoGP race, it’s recommended to not have sexual relationships. Do you follow that rule or not?” : “I’ve skipped it. I’ve skipped it because the first time I did it, I had the best race of my life.”

Most famous person in his phone? Neymar.

#fabio quartararo #boy I had forgotten how long this took to do #all that to discover 10 minutes in that the video had great english subs #but oh well #this will be good for my memory #and future characterization #y: 2023 #oh to go back in time and be a fly on the wall when Fabio celebrated his title

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ao719 · 2 years

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The Family Squabble

This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

A/N: A while back, @dcbbw sent me an ask for this little dispute to be set in my Moirai AU. Thank you to her and @burnsoslow for looking it over! Please excuse any errors.

Pairing: Liam x OC (Alina)

Warnings: none but some mild language

Word count: 1558

Gathered in the living area of their quarters after dinner one evening, the King and Queen smiled as they watched their bundle of joy being doted upon. Liam had his arm resting across the back of the sofa, and nestled into his side was Alina, watching her parents coo and awe over their granddaughter.

“Aplós tin agapó tóso polý,” Alina’s mother grinned, looking down at a sleeping baby Eleanor snuggled in her arms after she had managed to wrestle her away from her husband.

“She’s hard not to love,” Liam said with a proud smile.

Crown Princess Eleanor made her grand debut into the world two weeks earlier than expected. At a month old, Alina’s family, save for her brother and three cousins who lived in Cordonia, were finally able to come and meet the tiny princess in person.

The whole family.

Liam sent the jet, flying in Alina’s parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and her yiayia and papou. Five third-row SUVs met them on the tarmac and shuttled them all back to the palace. They were taking up half of one of the guest wings. It had been a week since their arrival; tomorrow they would be heading home to Mykonos.

Alina had always been very family oriented. With her role as Queen, she didn’t get to see her family as often as she once did or as much as she wished she could. So she was soaking up every moment she had with them. And Liam was being his usual charming self, welcoming her large and loud family with open arms and a smile.

Despite having so many people around all at once over the past week, Liam and Alina were both enjoying having them there. For Alina, getting advice, tips, and tricks from the women in her family on how to handle a newborn was much more comforting in person than over the phone. For Liam, he always wanted a big family, and he got exactly that when he married into Alina’s. He loved every minute of the chaos, not to mention yiayia’s baklava she made sure to bring.

As the chatter in the room began to pick up, Alina glanced over at Liam with a knowing look as she pressed her hand against her chest; he nodded in understanding, and she looked back at her mother as they rose from the sofa. “Mamá, I need to feed her, and then we’re going to put her to bed.”

Alina’s mother pouted her lip through a smile before nodding. She placed a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead, whispering that she’d see her in the morning before gently passing her to Liam. The rest of the family bid their goodnights to the princess before the pair excused themselves and disappeared down the hall toward the nursery.

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After going through their nighttime routine, Liam and Alina returned to the living area and plopped down on the sofa. Alina began speaking with her mother and aunts while the others were lost in chatter of their own. In the chair beside Liam, Leo glanced around the room; there were so many people, all talking all at once, some louder than others.

Leo leaned over, dropping his voice down so only Liam could hear. “I can’t believe you’ve dealt with this many people all up in your space for an entire week.”

“They’re not that bad. Plus, I deal with you all of the time,” Liam teased. “This is a walk in the park,” he chuckled.

“I’m not a whole Greek family,” Leo scoffed.

Liam shook his head. “They’re more laid back than you think.”

“No Greek family is simply laid back,” Leo chuckled. “And you forget, I knew most of these people before you. I bet I could get them riled up,” he smirked.

Liam cut his eyes over to his brother. “Let’s not.”

Leo’s gaze had already settled on Alina’s yiayia, who was uncovering a container of her famous homemade baklava to pass around for dessert. “Too late,” he whispered before perking up in his seat and raising his voice. “Hey guys, is it true that baklava originated in Turkey … or was it Armenia?”

The entire room fell silent as everyone snapped their shocked gazes toward Leo.

Liam and Alina’s eyes went wide along with her parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Nikos, Cy, Matteo, and Theo’s mouths hung open as their gazes flickered between their friend and their grandmother. Alina’s grandfather sat expressionless as he eyed Leo carefully.

And Yiayia … her eyes were narrowed with her lips pursed in a thin line as she took a small step forward. “Ti eípes mólis?” she ground out, asking what he just said.

Everyone knew it was a rhetorical question; she was giving him a chance to correct his mistake.

Next to Liam, Alina grabbed a bottle of wine from the table; she uncorked it and took a giant sip straight from the bottle. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Alina shook her head. “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation we’re about to witness. Trust me—” she handed Liam the bottle “—have some.”

This may have been a bad idea, Leo thought as he stared up at the woman from his seat. If looks could kill, he was certain he’d be dead on the floor of the royal quarters. “I was only curious, Yiayia, ma’am,” he choked out. “I’m, uh … very into history. Yes! So into it. And, well, I’ve read that there’s a … controversial history regarding the origins of baklava.”

“Eísai anóitos, agóri,” the old woman grumbled, calling Leo a foolish boy.

Leo watched her continue to slowly advance on him. I could totally take her if it comes to that. “I meant no disrespect, Yiayia, ma’am.”

Yiayia flew off the handle. “Thélete proélefsi? Ti tha légate gia tin proélefsi ton asevón mikrón skatá! Den xéreis típota! Ópos kai oi Toúrkoi! Kánete láthos! Ftiáchnoume baklavá apó ta vyzantiná!”

Liam watched Alina’s grandmother continue to lay into his brother; her voice was raised and her arms were flailing. For a woman her age and petite size, she was lowkey terrifying.

“Perhaps what I read was wrong,” Leo’s voice shook, now trying to backtrack on his statement. “Ya know, come to think of it—” he snapped his fingers, pulling a lie out of thin air “—I believe it said it was the Romans.”

“Oh god,” Alina breathed.

At Leo’s words, Liam covered his face with his hand, not so subtly peeking through his fingers at Alina’s grandfather; he was tensing his jaw as he gripped the arms of the chair to use as leverage to help himself stand. That was one of the first rules Liam learned when he met Alina’s family for the first time: Do not, under any circumstances, mention the Romans to her papou. “Eínai állo prágma pou mas éklepsan! Kataraménoi Romaíoi!” he shouted as he shook his fist angrily in Leo’s direction. He remained standing, scowling while mumbling Greek obscenities under his breath as his wife continued to scold Leo.

Liam finally took Alina’s suggestion and raised the bottle of wine to his lips, taking a long pull before handing it back to her. “Drink more,” he whispered.

“Maybe you should step in,” Alina said quietly.

“No way! He chose to pick that battle, not me.”

“He’s your brother!” Alina said, fighting back a laugh.

“She’s your yiayia, and the one yelling. Why don’t you step in?”

Alina giggled. “Are you afraid of my yiayia?”

“That is …” Liam scoffed. “Just ridiculous.” They both stared at one another for a moment; it was a member from each side of their family, and they were in their home. One of them had to say something. “Is that … yup! I hear Eleanor.” Liam shot up from the sofa, dodging out of the way of Alina’s hand as she went to grab his shirt.

“Liam!” Alina whispered through a laugh, but he kept going, disappearing around the corner and into the hallway. She looked back at her yiayia; she was now going on about the Byzantine Empire, and she was doing it with gusto. She sighed as she stood from the sofa. “Papou, sit down,” she said, helping him back into his chair before turning to her grandmother. “Yiayia,” she put her arm around her shoulder. “He gets it, I promise.” Alina shot her brother-in-law a look over her shoulder as she started to guide the old woman away. “Right, Leo?”

“Yes!” Leo nodded vigorously. “Absolutely! Baklava, it is most definitely Greek.”

“Min to amfisvitíseis xaná!” she yelled as Alina guided her toward the kitchen.

“The fuck, man?” Nikos said once his grandmother was out of earshot.

“What the hell was that?” Theo questioned.

“I’m sorry!” Leo held up his hands defensively. “I was just trying to have a bit of fun! I didn’t think asking about baklava would become my villain origin story!”

“It does when you question where it came from to an 87-year-old Greek woman!” Cy chided.

“And then you brought up the Romans in front of papou?” Matteo shook his head.

Nikos chuckled. “They’ll never look at you the same again.”

As Alina walked with yiayia past the opening that led to the hallway, she saw Liam cautiously peering around the corner. She rolled her eyes. “It’s safe now.”

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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How about like secret dating for a mason request, where they’re at dinner with a few friends and they’ve just come official but no one knows they’re dating and they’re holding hands under the table, forehead kisses when no one’s looking, literally just them in their own world while sat with their group of friends 💜

Our Bubble- Mason Mount ✨

This is so cute I can't cope!! Thank you so much for requesting lovely, I loved writing this so much. Sorry, it's a little short but I hope the fluffiness makes up for it 🤍

Requests are open!

You and Mason had been best friends for years, and everybody knew that the two of you were inseparable. & although everybody could see the clear and obvious connection you had, you both were oblivious to any feelings towards each other until 2 months ago... both of you got lost under clouds of lust as you showed each other the emotions that you had kept hidden for all those years. From then your newfound relationship went from strength to strength, both of you loved exploring a new side of each other.

Even though you knew everybody would be made up for you, you and Mason decided to keep the first couple of months of your relationship away from your friends. Wanted to make sure you were 100% stable before telling them, as you didn't want it to go wrong and make things awkward. And although it was difficult at times, neither of you could deny that you enjoyed your secret rendezvous... sneaking back into his house after movie nights or stolen kisses and glances when they looked away! You loved it all!

Tonight was one of those nights where it was going to be hard however, with the season well and truly over it was time for your annual friends' holiday, and although you loved the idea of spending 2 weeks in Mykonos with your boyfriend, and close friends, it was at these moments where you wished that you had told them prior to the trip. With you all staying in the same villa it was hard for Mase to sneak in and out of your room without the prying eyes of your pals... so instead you had to deal with an empty space next to you, face timing him every night to hear his voice before you slept despite him being in the room opposite!

"Are you ready darling?" Mason whispered, popping his head through the door eyes going wide as he took in your gorgeous figure. With it being one of your last nights in Greece, you all decided to spend the night out in an overly expensive restaurant, hence why you were standing in the middle of your room wearing a silk black and white gown that went just past your knee. "I'll be a one-second baby.." You whispered back, applying one last coat of matching lipstick "Right... I'm read- what? what's up?" You questioned, noticing Mason hasn't moved an inch, instead, he had a breathless expression on his face "Mase? Everything okay bud?"

Stepping fully into your room, he closed the door behind you locking it straight away "What are you doing babe? were going to be la-" Your words were cut short as he pulled you into his arms, smashing his lips against yours not even caring about the lipstick that was bound to be smudged on his face. Pulling apart breathlessly, he leaned his head on yours "What was that for?" You smiled, wiping the red stains of his lips.

"You look stunning baby..." He breathed out, putting his hand on your cheek to caress it softly "I love you so much, I don't know how I got so lucky!"

"Mase..." You whined, cheeks turning pink "Stop it..."

"Never!" He laughed, taking your hand in his as he swirled you round "I mean look at you... I'm actually dating a real-life princess it's ridiculous!"

"You're making it out like your Shrek bubs!" You giggled, hitting his chest playfully before going back to fix your lipstick "Your ridiculously handsome baby... I'm the lucky one!" Once you were done, he pulled you back in his arms pecking your head lightly "I don't think so darling... I don't know how I'm going the last night without kissing you!" He groaned, leaning down to kiss you but you turned your head, his lips instead planting on your cheek "And now your not even going to kiss me know!?!"

Giggling you pushed him away "Oh stop being dramatic, I'm sure you can keep your lips to yourself for a couple of hours!" You couldn't help but smile as he threw his head back in a frustrated groan "Then why can't I kiss you know!"

"Because..." You started, leaning up on your tiptoes to push your fingers threw his hair "I'd prefer not to clues to the others of what we were doing while they were waiting down there for his..." Your words caused a small smirk to appear on his lips "And anyways if you behave tonight... you can mess up my lipstick all you want!"

His eyes grew wide as he cleared his voice, pulling away from you before heading straight to the door. "Mase?" You questioned his sudden movement, slightly panicked that you had upset him but with one look at his desperate face you knew that wasn't the case.

"What?" He said, raising his eyebrow "The sooner we go the quicker we come back & I can kiss you... so hurry up!"

"Okay okay okay..." You giggled, grabbing your bag from the counter before running back to him "I'm coming... " Looking out to the corridor to double-check that the coast was clear, before pecking his cheek "Your so whipped!"

"No, I am not!" Mason gasped, causing you to laugh as you ran down the stairs leaving him all flustered at the top. "You so are!" You mouthed up to him, blowing him a kiss before pointing to his red-stained cheek "Clean your cheek before you come down... Love ya!"

"Love you too!" He mouthed back, watching as you skipped into the room of your friends acting like nothing had happened. "I'm so whipped..." He smiled to himself, heading back to the bathroom where he spotted your red lipstick stain perfectly placed on your cheek "Yep... so whipped!"

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So far the night was going well and you & Mase gave no indication of your relationship away. Mason made sure however that you were sat right next to him, knowing that nobody would actually notice as it was normal for the two of you to be sat next to each other. But the reason why he did it this time was for right now...

While you were casually chatting away with Ben's girlfriend, your eyes went wide as you felt his hand on your thigh, like it was looking for something. "You okay (y/n)?" Ben's girlfriend asked, noticing your change in mood. "Oh yeah, I'm fine..." You played it off, picking up your wine for a sip "I just thought I saw a huge bug!" You laughed, hoping that your poor lie was enough to get her attention away, and fortunately for you it was!

"What are you doing?" You hissed to Mason, turning to look at him only finding him with a big grin on his face. "I'm looking for your hand..." He pouted, causing your heart to melt. Rolling your eyes you entwine your hands together under the table, placing them on his leg so no one could see "Happy now?" You giggled as he nodded his head rapidly. "Very!" He smiled, looking around the table before kissing your head gently causing a bright blush to appear on your cheeks "Before you start..." He laughed, squeezing your hand tightly "No one was looking! It's not my fault your so irresistible"

"Hmmm..." You hummed, going back to drinking your wine trying your best to ignore the bright flush that was creeping on your face. "You okay there (y/n)?" Nathan asked "Your looking a bit flushed..."

Mason snorted in his drink at his best friend's words, turning to look at you as if he hadn't already noticed "Oh yeah, you are looking a little red? Wanna go outside for a bit?"

Looking at Nathan you smiled "Oh I'm fine it must be the wine..." before turning your attention back to your dorky boyfriend "& no Mase I'm good..." You glared "thanks..." When the attention was turned away from you once more, he didn't hesitate in pulling your chair closer whispering in your ear "We all know it's not the wine princess..."

"Shut it Shrek!" You laughed, flicking his ear "I told you to behave or you don't get a kiss later!"

But obviously, he couldn't! The rest of the night was spent with stolen kisses and glances, both of you being so in your own bubble to even remember that you had other company as you chatted the night away to each other getting drunk on red wine and meaningful conversations...

"Oh (y/n)…" Mason laughed, throwing his head back as you looked at him with ice cream covering your nose "What are you five?!?" You couldn't help but giggle as you gave him a playful stare "C'mere..." He cooed, running his thumb over your nose gently to swipe it away "Your so messy..."

"I am not!" You gasped.

"You so are!" Mason laughed, pulling you closer to him as he put his lips on your head, this time not even checking if anyone was looking as he pecked your cheek "I love you tho... so much!"

"I love you too Mase" You smiled, leaning in his side quickly before you realized you were still in public. Pulling away you cleared your throat hoping no one spotted your moment, noticing your panic he whispered in your ear "Stop worrying baby... no one was paying attention!"

But just as you were about to relax, a message pinged on your phone from Ben...

'seen that lovebirds...'

"Shit!" You muttered. "What?!" Showing Mason the message his eyes went wide before you both turned to look at Ben who was sitting there with a huge smirk on his face. Winking at you both, he mouthed "So happy for you..."

"Thank you..." You mouthed back, before bringing your attention back to the boy next to you "So what do we do know?" Although you trusted Chilly, you were still a little gutted that it was no longer your secret.

"We do nothing..." Mason smiled, entwining your hands back under the table "He won't tell anyone... were still in our bubble..."

Your phone pinged again as you raised your eyebrow confused.

'you just have me in it now!'

#mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #chelsea blurb #chelsea #mason mount blurbs #mason mount imagines #mason mount #mason mount one shot #mason mount blurb

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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hii! i have a request for florence pugh hehe

so basically florence & reader have been dating for a 2 years and a half now and theyre convinced theyre soulmates.

readers already met flos family and they ADORE her, shes really close friends with both raffie and toby, arabella also loves her, and her parents arent anything different, they absolutely love her too and reader even cooks a lot with clint because she loves cooking and shes really good at it so they share tips & cook together for the family. her mother, deb, admires reader a lot and wants her to marry florence (and the whole family wants it too)

florences been thinking about proposing for a really long time, so she took the perfect opportunity and planned on doing so in their family vacacion in greece.

on one of the days the whole family had different plans, toby went to mykonos for the day with her girlfriend, deb and clint also went but they went different ways and raffie went with arabella to milos. so there was only florence and reader left, so florence decided this was the perfect chance for proposing, she took reader to a gorgeous restaurant in santorini called 'amente restaurant' where they saw the most breathtaking sunset youd ever seen.

when they finished dinner, she took reader to a gorgeous spot where you could see the views and proposed.

OKAY THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY I GOT EXCITED

i know this is almost like a fic but could you make it longer and also improve the part where florence proposes and make it so cute and idk fluff

Parádeisos (Paradise)

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: A family trip to Greece leads to a life changing question.

| Fluff | 2.3K | Mentions of drinking

AC: I love this idea & thank you so much for sending a very detailed request! This helps a lot more than you think!! I hope you enjoy this xx

The weather was almost a little too perfect in Greece, not that you or anybody else were complaining. The sun kissed your skin just right, the breeze was refreshing and of course, the views were breath-taking. Florence, yourself, and her family decided to take a family trip to the family’s go-to place for some must needed family time. Florence was about to start going some press tours for her soon to be released movie as well as doing other things her job required so you were going to soak up this time as much as you could.

Since the Pugh family visit here often it was no surprise that they ended up buy a holiday house. When you first started dating Florence 2 and a half years ago, she kept saying how much she wanted to take you to Greece with the family and show you around, show you all her favourite restaurants and cafés, show you the beautiful beaches and her favourite places to watch the sun set. You still remember the first time you joined the loud and loving family on their visit, Raffie was just as excited as Florence was, maybe even an inch more.

You’ve always gotten along extremely well with Florence’s family. At Christmas when you’d join Flo in Oxford, she’d find you in the kitchen with Clint giving him an extra pair of hands with dinner. This was no surprise to her, even though she also loved help her father, she also loved enjoying a few naughty cocktails with Raffie and Arabella. Toby would also join them with his favourite drink. You learnt a lot from Clint whenever you were both in the kitchen together, you loved to cook and often would be cooking alongside Flo back in LA. Clint would show you different things that you didn’t know as well as giving you a few tips, some you’d already knew because of Florence but you didn’t tell him that. He was always so happy to show you new things and always joked about kicking Flo out of the kitchen just to let you cook by yourself so he could see what you’ve learnt.

It was safe to say the family loved you just as much as you loved them. They always welcomed you with open arms, Gran holding you extra tight just to show you her appreciation for making her granddaughter the happiest she’s been. Deb ways always open about calling you her future daughter in law and would introduce you to other family members and family friends as “This is Y/n, my daughter in law” or “This is Y/n, Florence’s wife” even though the two of you weren’t engaged or married, although it was usually spoken about late at night.

The family vacation to Greece was booked for two weeks, the first week was mostly window shopping, trips to the beaches, cafés for lunch and hanging out at different restaurants for dinner along with plenty of social drinking. Florence wasn’t shy when showing you off, she’d always be seen having her arms wrapped around you, placing kisses anywhere she could, one of your favourites was when she’d leave soft kisses on the back of your shoulder of neck when she’d hold you from behind.

You were currently relaxed on the shared bed reading a book you had brought along. It was a little after 4pm when Florence threw herself next to you, “So Tobs and Scar are going to Mykonos tomorrow with mum and dad. Raffie and Bells are taking Grans to Milos so that just leaves us” Florence looked up at you, resting her chin on the palm of her right hand. You marked the page in your book and placed it on your lap, “and what would you like to do my love?” you asked with a smile. “Well, there’s this restaurant in Santorini that I want to take you too” she battered her green eyes are you, “you can dine outside, they have this big open view of the ocean and the sunsetting it just beautiful” she adds.

“Sounds like a plan” you give her another smile. “We can do some shopping and stuff throughout the day but wear that dress I packed for you” she sat up. “Wh-what dress?” you looked at her with a confused look. “Oh, you didn’t notice? I brought you a little something” she smirks and walks over to her suitcase and pulling out a Farm Rio shopping bag.

“I saw you saved this on my phone the other week when you were looking through the website” she says placing the bag in your lap. “Flo, you didn’t have to get me anything” you expressed. “Just open it” she sat at your feet. Carefully, you pulled out the white dress that was covered in a blue pattern, you’d been eyeing it off for a few weeks, but you forgot all about it since being on vacation. “Baby, thank you” you looked at Flo who was already smiling at you. “No need to thank me, darling” she leant over and kissed your soft lips.

The following day, Florence took you to Santorini where the two of you enjoy some sunbathing on the beach, Florence made sure you were covered in sunblock before even getting comfortable with a book. Once it got a little warmer the two of you took a dip in the ocean, the water cooling your hot skin instantly. “Do we really have to leave next week?” you asked, clinging onto Florence as the two of you stayed afloat. “I’m sure I could squeeze and extra few days if you really want” she smiled, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “I’ve just having a blast here, no stress, completely relaxed and we finally got to spend time together without work. Am I wrong for not wanting this to end?” you pouted. “Of course not, darling. Why don’t you take some more time off work and come with on the press tour?” Florence suggested.

You’d been thinking about doing that, just because she can be gone for months at a time and when she gets back, she’s only going to go back to readings and shooting scenes, but you also didn’t want her to pay for everything. It was an understanding between the two of you that you enjoyed making your own money and never wanted Florence to feel like she had to pay for everything just because she was able too.

“I want too but I’m not sure if I could go for the whole tour” you replied, Florence looked into your eyes, “let me cover it, just this once. I want you there baby, I want you by my side, I don’t want to be in hotels thinking about you while you’re at home. Please and if it’ll make you feel better you can just pay it back” she suggested, knowing money was the one thing stopping you. You thought about it, “just this once?” you said with slight hesitancy, “baby, I’d buy the world for you, I don’t care how much. I just want you by my side”

How could you say no to her now? “Okay, but let me put some of my own money towards it”

Florence’s face lit up with a smile “of course darling” she replied before pulling you closer in the water, kissing you passionately.

After a few hours at the beach the two of you moved on to a small café not far from the beach for a light lunch as Flo hinted that dinner would be bigger. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Florence whenever she was taking mental images of the sights around her, you found yourself falling more in love with her by the minute. After lunch it was a little widow shopping which always led to you buying things that you didn’t exactly need but you loved the design or thought it would look cute displayed at home.

Dinner time quickly came around and the two of you were starting!

“Welcome to Amente, do you have a reservation?” the waiter greeted with a warm smile.

“I do, it should be under Pugh” Florence returned the smile. “Oh yes! My apologies Miss Pugh, this way” he takes two menus from the counter and leads you both outside to a table by the water. “Woah!” you gasped, Flo looked back at you and chuckled at your facial expression, “this place is beautiful” you said.

“Please, take your time looking at our menu and I’ll come back shortly to take your order. Would you like a bottle of water to start off?” the gentleman asks as Flo pulls your chair out for you, “thank you” you take your seat. “Water would great, thank you” Florence replied to the waiter then took her seat. “I can’t believe you’ve never taken me here before!” you looked to Florence, “I was saving it for something special” she smiled.

The two of you opened the menu, humming and haring at the many choices. “Everything sounds so good!” you boosted. “Get whatever you like darling, it’s on me tonight. No excuses” Florence looked up at you, “babe” you titled your head slightly, “I said no excuses baby” she smiled once more. After looking over the menu multiple times you both decided on a seafood dish and desert to come out after, you even tried your luck on ordering a cocktail you’ve never had before.

The night was full of small talk, laughs and reminisces of the past 2 and a half years and the food hit all the right places. “I’m so lucky to be able to share this part of my life with you” Florence spoke, looking into your eyes. “I’d say I’m the lucky one” you replied sipping on your third cocktail. “I have one more surprise for you”

“Baby, you’ve done more than enough, I’ve had the perfect day! What else could you possibly have for me now?”

“You’ll have to wait and see” she winked playfully, “but I do want to leave shortly because the sunset here is absolutely beautiful, but I know a place where it’s magical” she adds. “It is really beautiful here, I honestly can’t believe you’ve kept this place a secret for this long!” your eyes travelled to the sun starting to set, filling the sky with different shades of yellow and oranges. “You deserve the best” Florence said as she took in the moment with you.

You and Florence had one last cocktail before she took you to Caldera, a popular place to capture the setting sun. Little did you know, Florence had asked around and made a request that the popular viewpoint would be closed off for just a little while, it took a lot of convincing, but she managed to pull it off.

“Flo! Look at that view!” you gasped, “it’s beautiful oh my god!” you added, the sunset completely making you speechless. “it’s so clear, open and peaceful” you managed to explain as you felt Florence’s arms wrap around your waist. “It’s truly beautiful” she said softly near your left ear. You slightly lent back into her hold, resting your head in the crook of her next. “Thank you for such a beautiful day” you said as the two of you kept your eyes on the sunsetting over the ocean. The two of you stayed like this for a moment longer, Florence wanting to time this perfectly. You pouted when you felt her release her hold and move away from you.

“Darling, turn around, I want a photo of you and the sun set” you heard her voice speak. You couldn’t help but smile, turning on the heels of your feet you saw her, on one knee, holding a valet red box. “Florence?” your heart skipped a beat or two. She had a soft smile on her lips, “I’ve thought about this day since the first time you came to Greece with me” she starts.

“I remember how over the moon you were to join us, you were so excited, like a kid at Christmas. Everything amazed you, even the birds managed to sweep you off your feet. I knew then, you were going to the only person I’d bring back here” Florence smiles at the memory, “I’ve had this planned for weeks, I was just waiting for the perfect time for us to be along so I could do this” she goes on, “Y/n, darling, when I look into your eyes I only see the future, I see a happiness that I only want to share with you. You’re the only person I’ve loved so deeply, and I will continue to love you deeper and deeper, to hold you tighter, to kiss you longer and to laugh with you louder. You’re the one I want to come home too, you’re the one I want the world to know is mine, you’re the one I want to spend Christmas with when we get snowed in, you’re the one I want to drink my morning tea with every day. Baby you’re the one, you’re the only one”

Tears of happiness filled your eyes; your hand covered your mouth as you listened to her words. “Y/n, darling” she tried to hide the smile tugging at her lips, “will you marry me?” she finally asks.

“Like that is even a question” you smiled, tears slowly streaming down your cheek, “get up here and kiss me” you added. Florence chuckled, slowly getting back on her feet, “so is that a, yes?”

You nodded, pulling her closer to you, “Yes, yes I’ll marry you” you whispered with a wide smile. Florence’s looked down and pulled the lid back on the box and carefully placed the ring on your finger. “I cannot wait to call you my wife” she looks back into your eyes, stroking your cheek with her free hand, “I love you so much” she says before crashing her lips onto yours. You wrap your arms around the back of her neck and deepen the kiss.

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